Gemotions

The roar of the crowd was a dull thrum in his ears. Marcus, his back soaking in sweat, watched the coach approach the sideline, a clipboard in hand. He met his coach's gaze and gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. The conversation unfolded rapidly, a quick briefing on a different game plan. He took a sip of water, feeling it cool his parched throat. He glanced at the field, visualizing the new formations. This could be something completely unexpected. He trotted back to his position, feeling the familiar energy coursing through him.